“Then why do you look like you’re two seconds away from crying?” “I don’t.” Tears filled my eyes. “I’m not.” “Liz, come on.” He gave me a disbelieving look. “It’s me.” “I’m just…” Shaking my head, I blew out a pained breath before muttering, “It doesn’t matter.” “If something is upsetting you, then it matters,” he replied, keeping his whiskey-brown eyes locked on mine. “It matters a lot to me.”
